" He was listening intently, too intently. I realized whatI said was turning him on, something that I didn't want to happen,necessarily."Let me show y...u the balance of my studio and classy apartment. We'lltalk more about what you can wear to sleep in tonight when the pizzaarrives."I merely nodded in response, because I didn't want to continue theline of conversation we were having. I didn't want to give him anyammunition he could use against me by admitting that I liked thesensations I felt. Her round breasts jiggled while her brown hair swayed about her flushed face.My new dick throbbed. The amazing panties that Chloe Quick, my most perfect and gorgeous student, had given me let me enjoy all of this. Somehow, the scent on my panties controlled my students while it also gave me a hard cock and a set of balls.But I still had my pussy. None of it made sense. It didn’t have to. I was just having fun.I had unleashed an orgy in my class. They were all fucking each other. The two sluts,. I am a David in Florence. I am a Work of Great Art. I am a vision to be relished, appreciated and revered. I am fulfilled. I am proud. The applause has died down, and I can hear the proliferation of whispered comments being passed from one woman to another. I could stay like this forever. Automatically, my arms lift themselves from my sides, to rest a while out from my sides, before continuing, to join, clasped high above my head. The clapping starts up again, and I soak it up, proud but also. Why were my ceiling lights so bright?“I’ll get it!” I staggered up.“Are you sleeping fully dressed?” Max sat up, exposingAlex’s bra as the blankets rolled back. Alex’s nipples were pushing up on the fabric. “Take your clothes off, you freak!”I turned my back on them to get the lights. That, hardly even a snapshot of an aroused 19-year-old, wasn’t going to be leaving my mind until I was deep into Alzheimer’s. “Do you want me to blow out the candles?”“No, I want you to sleep well,” Max growled..